As she grew older, into the self she is now, that teenage self gradually stopped believing in ghosts. But sometimes at night she remembers those ghostly sighs. And sometimes when she looks up into the faces of old buildings, she sees stirrings that no one else sees.
Yes the top pictures are crying to be fucked with. I'm not entirely happy with the bottom one...but I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the orignial yet. This was just some play.